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His smile was my security blanket,
Though never enough did ever I thank it;
His love was the umbrella which kept me comfortably dry
When dark clouds of life, rain upon me, would try.

His hugs rejuvenated me with the energy of a child;
His admonishments, when warranted, were effectively mild;
His kindness was given in quantities overflowing;
His effervescent love for life was constantly showing.

I never felt abandoned or ever alone,
As long as his existence to me was known;
No matter how many miles away I had flown,
His prideful eyes always welcomed me home.

Now, I must bid him a final “goodbye”;
I promised I’d stay strong and try not to cry;
My father to Our Father has transitioned today,
But, in my heart, my Daddy, always will stay.

I have seen the beauty of a new sunrise,
The beauty in her deep blue eyes;
The beauty of peace here on Earth,
The beauty of my new child’s birth.

I have heard the beauty of a diva’s song,
The beauty of words spoken strong;
The beauty of a mockingbird,
The beauty of my child’s first word.

I have felt the beauty of a strong heartbeat,
The beauty if sand beneath my feet,
The beauty of a new dawn mist,
The beauty of my sweet child’s kiss.

Of all the beauty that I’ve ever seen,
From first to last and in between;
Of all the beauty that I’ve ever heard,
Either spoken or read from written word;
Of all the beauty that I’ve ever felt,
From all the hands that I’ve been dealt;
No beauty will I ever find,
More beautiful than a child of mine.

I want you to know that you are not invisible,
Though I may not see the you you think I see;
What you may think time has so cleverly disguised,
I still visualize clearly;
What you consider to be disfiguring flaws,
Simply adds to your natural beauty;
You might think you have nothing to offer at all,
Which only enhances your honest sexuality.

You may not have noticed me noticing,
But, I give you more than a sideways glance;
I would peer deeper into that beautiful soul of yours
If only given more than half a chance.
I want you to know that you are not invisible,
Though, at times, it may seem to be;
And, I am sure you are seen by much more desirable men,
Than simple ole silly me.